I’ve been doing some winter cleaning and started with the kitchen. Every time my home gets Cleaned, it gets a little closer to, in my mind, “Zero”. That is, I aim to get the space I’m cleaning as close to desirably minimal as possible while still remaining functional. Every time. I’m a little closer. It feels great.
Of the things I decided to keep in the kitchen, these prints are some of the few that were saved from donation or disposal bags. I’m pretty sure they were found by my Dad before the summer, and placed on any available surface while I was likely at work. I vaguely remember coming home and seeing them, specifically, with miscellaneous other trinkets, and having no doubt in my mind that it was him who thought I’d like them, and left them for me.
A little dusty and mildewy, I don’t know how I’ll clean them or what frames I’ll eventually put them in. These prints are still in their original plastic, but that didn’t save the interior from infiltrating moisture in the past. Even so, I still like them. Thanks, Dad.
Sick and delirious. Delirious and sick.
Just like grocery stores, there are only certain, perfect hours to go to laundry mats.